2 comments/ 8756 views/ 2 favorites Fusty Musty By: hoo_hoo_boo We were talking about matters cosmological, the metaphysics of subjective and objective reality as pertaining to communications with the other side. Suddenly I was hit in the chest and thoroughly saturated. To say that I was surprised was an understatement. Even the word shock might be short of the truth. I gasped for breath and wondered what had happened. Was that laughter I heard, laughing at me? I turned and saw a kid, he must have been all of ten or eleven. He pointed at me and laughed. In his other hand was a wobbly balloon. It suddenly occurred to me that the balloon was wobbly because it was full of water which meant two things; it was a water bomb and I'd been bombed. Not only was my chest cold, but water dripped down my trouser legs most uncomfortably. "How dare you laugh at my misfortune?" I shouted at the child. "Just look at my lovely paisley shirt and hound's tooth flares- ruined, absolutely ruined! You should apologize, not laugh!" I had just finished upbraiding him when suddenly he very deliberately took aim and threw the water bomb at me. I was very angry, I wanted to grab him and deliver a few rabbit killer punches to the back of his neck. When Caecillia saw me begin to run she caught my arm and admonished me. "He's only a boy, leave him alone," she said. "But look at what he's done to my best clothes!" I responded. Then I had a thought. She had laughed at me too. Suddenly I had doubts about her judgment and set off after the boy. Fortunately he'd stopped to leer at me and though it had been a while since I had run I was certain I would catch him. Caecillia grabbed my arm again. "For heaven's sake," she said, "Your clothes are only wet, they're not ruined." But I was firm in my resolve. "Let go of me!" I said as I set off. But Caecillia didn't let go and I heard the tearing of fabric. One only wears one's best for Valentine's Day. I looked down and saw that my good paisley shirt had been ripped, it now hung from me and appeared to be irreparable. "Look at what you've done," I shouted, "My good paisley shirt, my best shirt, you've ruined it!" Caecillia laughed which was most unfortunate. I held the shreds of my shirt out for her to see and her laughter increased! "Frank!" she said, trying to find extra lung capacity so she could talk as well as laugh, "that shirt must be more than thirty years old!" and she laughed even more. Then she reached up, took hold of the shirt and pulled. There I was, in no time at all, almost naked. Caecillia continued to laugh as she dropped my perfectly destroyed paisley shirt on the ground. I looked up and there was the skinny little blighter who'd started all of this, he sat on his haunches and laughed. "I'll get you!" I shouted! I felt a very deep, dark need to catch him and deliver a few solid, rabbit killer punches to the back of his scrawny little neck. I knew all the moves; I hadn't been a peace protestor for nothing. But Caecillia grabbed my singlet. I moved her to the side so I could get to the little demon and not knock her down when I heard a rip. Caecillia didn't let go. She gave my singlet a pull and my shoulders were exposed, another pull and she'd ripped it off me entirely. "And how old was your singlet, Frank?" she shouted at me and started to laugh again. I had never been naked in public before and certainly I'd never been humiliated for being naked in public before. Most definitely not on Valentine's Day. The little urchin stood there, pointed at me and laughed at my misfortune. I looked at Caecillia and bellowed. "I must attend to business," and I grasped her by her hips to move her aside so I could get a decent run at the culprit. "Frank! Stop it Frank!" Caecillia shouted at me. But I had resolved to get him. A few very solid rabbit killer punches to the back of his dirty little neck would teach him a lesson. I started to run but was very slow. I heard a ripping sound and looked behind me. Caecillia's hand held the back of my flares. I tried to brush her hand away but her hold was firm. I thought that if I really started to run she would have to let go. So, I started to run and the ripping sound was rapid. Somehow, the thread that had once so beautifully held my hound's tooth flares together was now failing and in no time at all I felt very naked. The only part of my flare's seams that held together was at their cuffs. As I ran Caecillia maintained her hold and my trajectory went from vertical to horizontal. I was beginning to think Valentine's Day was ruined. The little whipper snapper was still there, he lay on the footpath and rolled around laughing. I checked my knees; there was no blood though I knew one had been scrapped. I was most unhappy. This was no way to celebrate Valentine's Day. The little rascal still rolled on the footpath and laughed at me. Caecillia could see my intent to administer justice. "Perhaps this will stop you!" she shouted at me and I felt her hand grab my Y front underpants, they're so difficult to find now, and she gave one small tug. The little upstart laughed even more. I was now in my shoes and socks and my peace medal hung around my neck. Both Caecillia and the little ragamuffin laughed at me with uncontrollable fits of laughter that wobbled their bellies and made their faces red. "When did you last shop for clothes, Frank? In nineteen sixty eight?" Caecillia could barely speak, tears rolled down her face and she had trouble standing. She moved around trying to keep her balance. I simply refused to answer. Things had progressed to being beyond my control. "Fucking hell!" I shouted. My despair must now have been evident. "No Frank, not hell, me Frank! Didn't we come here for a dirty, Valentine's Day weekend? Wasn't it me you were going to fuck?" I looked at her. "And what happened, Frank? You couldn't get it up! So, instead you talked until half past three in the morning about the genetic variations of chooks! Now, here we are, in a public place, and you have a huge erection for everyone to see!" I looked down and there was Old Henry. He tilted at the air in all his brobdingnagian majesty. I was beginning to think Valentine's Day was saved. It became immediately apparent that a change of plan was required. We had to get back to the hotel room urgently. There was only one small problem. In this small ally way I'd been fortunate, only one other person was here, the devilish little miscreant. The curve of the allyway meant that no one could see us from the main street. But, it was necessary that we venture onto the main street where lots of people milled around. There was only one question. "How?" It took Caecillia an uncomfortably long time to settle. She quivered like jelly she laughed so much. If only my peace medal were bigger. My hands refused to stretch more so that I could be at all modest. She laughed at me and then gathered some control. She looked at me again and the laughter resumed, bubbling laughter that heaved her chest, wobbled her belly and made her stoop with tears that rolled down her face to collect muddy puddles of makeup. "Stop it," I hissed at her, I was so embarrassed and she laughed more. "Stop it," I shouted and the laughter grew worse. She dabbed her face with a tissue, mopped off the black stuff that had washed from around her eyes, the blue stuff that had been on her eyelids, the red stuff she had on her lips and cheeks and the pink stuff she had on the rest of her face. As she wiped it all off I began to see her for the first time. I thought it would be more appropriate if she were naked instead of me. With all that paint gone no-one would recognize her, especially if she took the artificial color out of her hair. She reached into her handbag and found a little mirror and a tube of lipstick. I watched as she wound the lipstick up. It looked very much like a dog's dick. As she set her mouth in front of the mirror I reached out and grabbed the lipstick. "You don't need that," I said. She looked bewildered. "Paint your lips with that and people will push letters into your gob." I threw the lipstick into the gutter. "You look wonderful as you are. I don't want you to look like a Post Office box." There was silence for a while, then she looked down and started to laugh, convulsive laughter that doubled her over and when she straightened she pointed at Old Henry. He still stood proud and tall. He twitched with his ardor. The finger remained pointed as she laughed and between the bubbles of laughter she said. "So small last night, it's huge now!" She reached and grabbed him in her hand with a firm grip and stroked him a few times. He started to throb. Her hand went to my balls and gave them a squeeze. Old Henry's enthusiastic intent was difficult to ignore, particularly as this was Valentine's Day. It was too much for me. I reached around and gathered up her shirt, pulled it over her head and off her arms. Her breasts were cantilevered up in a bra like produce at a market. I turned her round and, having trouble with the hooks, I pulled. Her bra off in seconds. "Eek!" She screamed. As she looked around and saw a deeply recessed doorway, she ran to hide. She had trouble running because I'd started to pull her jeans down. She laughed, and hobbled as fast as she could. The doorway wasn't very clean and looked like it hadn't been used for years. I tipped her over and lay her down. On my knees I was between her legs, she reached for Old Henry and together we aimed him as he thrust. I felt him separate her lips and quickly he was inside. Caecillia pushed her hips up against me and pulled my hips to her. Soon Old Henry was deep inside. The lushness she afforded was beautiful as Old Henry began to massage himself and she gripped to hold him deep inside her. As I rogered her I could feel her heels drum my back and felt her urge me in deeper. She wailed as I grunted. We could hear the squelch as my hard flesh punctured her softness, my rhythm rapid and purposeful. Caecillia's hand encompassed my balls as though to squeeze out their contents so she could seize it deep inside her. We both gasped for breath, determined with the urgency of our mission. Too quickly the excitable tissue of the sliding flesh responded and our bodies tensed. There was a moment of trepidation as we waited and suddenly Old Henry started. I screamed, and wondered whether it really was me as the peristalsis projected the fluids through my plumbing. It was so sensitive, a strange mix of tingling pain and unrequited pleasure, as suddenly my essence burst forth with a spurt so large it jolted me. I nearly fell off Caecillia and had to hold her tight as I heard her scream and felt the flood of more fluid. Her quim was sopping wet, Old Henry was bathed in our fluids as they flooded her and with more lubrication he reveled in even deeper thrusts that milked more spurts from him. He pushed so hard that our pubic bones crashed into each other and neither of us acted to stop. She scratched me with her bright red fingernails and drew long welts as she rolled her head from side to side and moaned with the deepest pleasure. Her cavern overflowed and the squelches were loud as we continued to thrust into the flood. Old Henry was buried so deep he should have had a periscope and snorkel. Exhaustion came to take hold of us as our essences ran out. We held each other and tenderly kissed, unable to gather more breath than to say, "Mmmmm!" and look into the depth of each other's eyes. I proffered the solicitation. "Happy Valentine's Day," and she kissed me. Casecillia started to look around and it occurred to me that the little rascal might have watched everything. "Where is he?" I asked. "Gone," she said. "Where?" "Didn't you hear his mother call him?" "No!" She giggled and I did too. Old Henry had shrunk. He teetered on the edge and almost fell out. Our emissions were cold. We rolled onto our sides, kissed and held each other. As we caught our breaths we looked at our clothes. They lay on the ground in front of us. With some care Caecillia's could be worn again but she had so little in the first place and I was so much bigger there was nothing to share. My clothes were of no use, they were so torn they couldn't keep me modest at all. I lay in the doorway and watched as she ran to get her clothes. As she quickly dressed I looked for something to wear. I hoped there would be something but there were no old clothes lying around. Caecillia tidied herself. She used Bobby pins to fasten her bra and would have looked respectable if they had been successful. My options were limited. I could see two cardboard boxes. I rushed out to get them and then retreated into the doorway again. Caecillia read the print on the outside of them. "Tampons and Dog Food." I folded the tops of them, one big enough that I could put my head through and the other I opened so I could hang it from my waist. I pulled them on and they covered me, just enough. My peace medal was useful as I cut the cardboard to make it fit better. We looked at each other and Caecillia laughed. We waited for a while to gather courage. It was obvious Caecillia's bra wasn't useful, her opulent breasts refused to stay in the cups and her shirt was very transparent. We both had reason to be quick, though I enjoyed the sight of her statuesque nipples. For some reason I hadn't looked at them before. They were huge, succulent and definitely deserving of later attention. She kept her bra on though and I guess it was of some comfort to her. We left the doorway and slowly, tentatively approached the main street. With so many people there it was intimidating but we gathered pace and were quickly among them. It's often better to hide in a crowd. We hastened slowly in an attempt to appear casual as we started to walk back to the hotel where we had our room. It did feel strange wearing cardboard boxes. As we walked the people stopped to stare at us. I could see people look at Caecillia's breasts, which were so beautiful and with their generous nipples and areolas. I couldn't blame anyone for looking, it would have been difficult not to. I could also see and feel people as they looked at me. The cardboard boxes covered all the important bits but I could feel my face flush red with embarrassment. I was lucky Caecillia was so beautiful and so much attention was on her. It was a Red Sea of people who parted to allow our passage through, I felt truly honored, though the balloon of pride was quickly punctured by the laughs, the sniggers and comments as we left the open mouthed and wide eyed behind. We pressed on. Our slow promenade had taken us a lot further than we had imagined and now, rather than the pleasant civilities and meandering walk we were enthusiastic about being rapid. It was difficult. We didn't want to draw attention to ourselves. We acted casual, as though this was how we always dressed and hastened slowly- not quite running. Caecillia had trouble knowing where to put her hands. I could see the temptation to cover her breasts but she made the decision to be proud and thrust her chest out like she was a fashion model on a catwalk. I felt guilty that I had need of both boxes and there was none for her. We constantly looked at each other for reassurance and it was wonderful to marvel at the magnificence her breasts as they emerged from under her reconstructed bra which had dropped to hang limply across her stomach. I know the emergence of her breasts wasn't to her liking. The cardboard boxes were surprisingly noisy as they rubbed against each other and the boxes amplified the noise. It was impossible to sneak through the crowd. People turned, stood back to watch us pass and some followed in our wake. The box I wore on top with my head sticking out chaffed at my neck. It was most unpleasant. We were making progress when suddenly Caecillia stopped. "Frank," she said, almost in a whisper, her fear quite evident,"There is a spider in the top box." I could only ask. "Really?" "A big, black, hairy one, Frank." "Where?" "It ran up the back of the box and into the hole your head is poking out of." "Really?" "Really, Frank." I thought I felt some thing move across my back. I imagined the feet attached to long hairy legs, attached to the unsavory body of a spider with big, malevolent fangs and I was suddenly all motion. All sense of reason suddenly departed and I tore at the box, shredded it there in the middle of the street and rapidly, it was off. I looked at the debris. There was no big, hairy, black spider. I quickly pirouetted in front of Caecillia, anxious that it wasn't on me. I was sure it was. I could feel it running across my back. I could feel it running up my leg. Worst of all I felt it bite my bum and I ripped at the remaining box to get it off. What man would tolerate being bitten on the bum by a big, black, hirsute spider! I pirouetted again for Caecillia to check. She couldn't see it as I implored her to be thorough. I looked at the remains of the cardboard boxes. I couldn't see a spider. What I did see though was Old Henry, firmly erect among his accompaniment and I was immediately embarrassed. Naked, in the middle of the main street with so many astonished eyes firmly fixed on me, I had the immediate thought it could be beneficial to leave as soon as possible. I started to run. Caecillia was with me. "Oof!" I ran into a man. It was most unexpected and he appeared to be very displeased. I quickly said how sorry I was but he wasn't prepared to accept my most humble and abject apology. Another man stood in front of me and prevented my quick exit. It happened so fast. I was quickly confronted by more men and they all looked ready to cause problems with their hands knotted into fists. When one threw a punch I was quick enough to move away. Indeed, I overbalanced and fell to the pavement. I was quick to get up. One doesn't do well in confrontations lying on the pavement. It didn't take long for a jostling throng to develop behind us. Caecillia was beside me, I could see a look of panic in her eyes as she hugged her arms around her chest trying to cover the opulence of her breasts as best she could. I could see someone had grabbed Caecillia's shirt and held it to stretch behind her, rather like a Superman cape, though much smaller in its scale. The fabric was taut and somehow I reached out with one hand to rescue the shirt from those other hands. I noticed then that the waist of her jeans was stretched by hands that held it and tried to impede her. I hit those hands away and Caecillia was able to run a few steps before she was caught again. We were approaching the hotel and it rapidly developed a significance of hope. I hoped we could get there very soon. We turned to get to the hotel steps. I lost sight of Caecillia for a moment but then I saw her naked breasts, with her arms crossed over them, trying to keep them secret. In my peripheral vision I noted the sight of a shirt and a bra being tossed into the air. Matters were becoming serious. I could see the look of fear on Caecillia's face. This was no way to celebrate Valentine's Day. It's the only time I have ever needed the training I had so arduously received. I quickly adopted the posture for speed and with the lessons learned from the School of King Hit I started. Caecillia was screaming, the hubbub was huge as people surged towards us and I let fly with my right fist flailing in a windmill action which struck the face of my attacker. None were prepared and they tried to step back but the surge of the crowd behind advanced them into the arc of my fist. Off balance, one after the other fell to tend their bleeding noses. I saw Caecillia fall as some one pushed her. On her hands and knees she crawled through the fallen. I saw her breasts hang and marveled at their magnificence. Eventually she was able to stand behind me and she tugged at my arm to get me away from the battle zone. Fusty Musty I threw a haymaker so fast that the wind whistled its witness. I could see the line of attackers as they watched. None dared to be the first to confront. Caecillia tugged again. Quickly we turned and ran. The assembled people parted as quickly as money from a spendthrift. Up the steps we went three at a time and bounded over the patio to push open the door. It swung shut behind us and suddenly we were alone. Inside the hotel it was cool with quite a different ambience to that outside. We looked at the door and through its glass could see the eyes of those who watched from outside. Quickly we walked to the stairway and started, hand in hand, to climb. I looked at Caecillia, her head erect, her chest thrust forward, her breasts proud as they went before her. I saw the blood on her breasts and face, spatters of blood all over her and I hoped that none was her own. Caecillia looked at me too. Like her, I was covered with spatters of blood. She lifted my hand and looked at my knuckles, the skin lost from them and the developing ecchymosis behind the scrapes. She kissed it as we walked in unison up the stairs. As we walked along the corridor to our room she reached and took hold of my penis. Old Henry was erect. In the excitement I guess he'd been erect all the time. I hadn't noticed. At the door to our room we pushed, it opened and we went in. Caecillia came in front of me. She fell to her knees and looked at Old Henry. She held him in her hands and reached forward to kiss him, then put her cheek against him and started to cry. It was most unexpected, after the exhibition of her bravery earlier, her refusal to abandon me and seek refuge in the hotel on her own. I admired her strength, courage and resolution. I was glad of the flowers I'd sent and now lent their scent to the room. Beautiful red roses. I hadn't thought of a vase but she had been accepting of the jar I'd found. Her body was wracked by sobs, and Old Henry was wet with her tears. I put my hands in her hair, caressed her and waited for her composure to return. "You should have seen him!" she sobbed, "He was magnificent!" She kissed him again. "I want him!" and she held her lips to his head in a long kiss. Slowly her mouth opened and he entered. She pushed down on him and he went further inside, her tongue stroked him as his progress continued. She sucked him into her mouth and held him deep inside as her hands gently fondled my testicles. "Mmmm!" she murmured as she started to bob her head up and down, her lips slid along Old Henry as he throbbed with approval. Caecillia's tears hadn't yet dried. I continued to caress her head and felt her hair becoming more and more tangled. I tried to stoop so I could gather her breasts in my hands, but she, without lifting from Old Henry, garbled a definite singularity. "No!" and continued to suck and caress. He was enthusiastic in his receiving and had no qualms about gathering the spoils of battle. He twitched and throbbed as he prepared himself to show his arrogance as a winner. With the pampering he received each little sensation added to the combined weight of all before and quickly, the impetus arrived and loitered a moment. I shouted. "Now!" and Caecillia lifted her mouth from Old Henry so she could watch. We saw the muscles contract as the peristaltic force gathered and suddenly the preparations were done. One massive shock of contraction coursed through him and he heaved a shot out to fly through the air over Caecillia's head with the last of the emission falling through her hair. We watched the recoil as he prepared to discharge again. "It's mine!" shouted Caecillia and she clamped her mouth over Old Henry again. I felt her suck and her tongue tease. Old Henry was very sensitive now and as he fired his next shot she started to swallow. I could see Caecillia's cheeks balloon as she fought to contain it all and as she swallowed Old Henry prepared for more. Caecillia needed time but she didn't get it, Old Henry had decided he wasn't to be mastered and shot a volley that made Caecillia choke and cough. She sat on her haunches trying to recover her poise and taking hold of Old Henry gave him a rub of admiration and directed his next shot at her breasts. He quickly obliged and she rubbed his discharge in, as she clamped her mouth over him. One more big shot was all Old Henry could manage and she held it in her mouth to savor before swallowing it. Old Henry oozed some more but it wasn't long before his eye closed and he slunk off to sleep. I fell to my knees in front of Caecillia and hugged her. We kissed. "I have to look at your hands," she said as she took them in hers. I could feel them swell and stiffen with the accumulated bruises. My knuckles were raw and she looked at where skin had been lost. "Let's get them clean," She stood and raised my hands in hers indicating that I should stand. On creaky knees I followed, feeling very old. In the bathroom she turned on the shower and together we got under the water stream. It was beautiful and with a soaped flannel Caecillia washed me. The water flowed red with the blood as it whirled anticlockwise down the plug hole. I took the flannel from her and with stiff hands gently washed her and checked for wounds at the same time. I found a graze on her back and a bruise on her right breast. We hugged each other and kissed. In the bed room, I moved the chocolates and we sat on the bed. Caecillia looked at my hands, asking me to move this finger and then that one, checking for breaks as I checked her breasts. Her time to check was limited, I couldn't just sit and watch, I leaned forward and nuzzled a nipple, its texture firm and strangely beautiful. I expected a smooth and creamy feel but it was strangely knobbled which afforded me grip. My lips teased and contorted her nipple as it was stretched and compressed under my ministrations. I pushed her down and on hands and knees found her other nipple. Favoritism isn't a part of my repertoire. Like the other, the nipple stiffened with my work and erected itself to full prominence. Continuing, I began to lick around them and slowly progressed down her belly, nipping up skin with playful nibbles. The anticipation was breathtaking. Caecillia moved so she was on the bed, her legs no longer hung off the edge but with her feet drawn up her knees were spread to allow me a vision of her glistening core. Being hairless seemed so honest with nothing hidden and I attacked her with relish as I separated her lips with my tongue. Her fingers wound themselves into my hair as she gripped me closer. My lips caressed her lips and plucked them up for me to suck and stretch as I played with them. I plunged my tongue into her slit and wiped it up her smooth center to circle her clitoris and then suck it free of her hood. As I sucked I strummed with my tongue and she writhed beneath me, mewing soft catenations. I shifted focus and drove my tongue deep inside her, feeling the elastic walls, sucking her sex deep into my mouth to savor the texture and taste her essence. Caecillia rolled her head from side to side on the bed, her face framed with errant hair, she murmured short cries of pleasure that were modulated by her bodily twitches. I wanted to employ my fingers too but they were so swollen and stiff they lacked the necessary agility. To slide them deep inside her and hook them in a "come hither" motion would have increased her pleasure, but the slow attentions built her response of increasing sound with bodily twitches. With a sudden jerk of her body and a scream she began to catapult around on the bed and with her hands locked in my hair I was obliged to follow. It was difficult to keep up with so much energy being expended and without her help I don't think I would have. I sucked and licked while my nose was squashed against her soft folds and I fought for breath. I felt the I was drowning, asphyxiating. I didn't know which and I fought to get away. Caecillia seemed to be in a catatonic state, all her muscles contracted to keep me in place as she jittered on the bed in the finality of her orgasm. It was a struggle and with the moment so desperate I had the impetus to auger my strength and was finally able to escape. I lay on the bed exhausted and drew in breath with relief and satisfaction, amazed by Caecillia's strength. As she slowly recovered, I started to drift. I caught myself, leaned over to kiss her and it was at that moment, I'm certain, that I succumbed to somnolence. Such was our Valentine's Day.